Not sure how he knew, but Guarf sent Matty a gift today--a book of dirty limericks written by dwarfs. She had given her copy to a very dear friend months ago, and is certain that it is in safe hands, and has never regretted that gift. But she had never seen another one like it, either. The one Guarf gave her was a little more frayed, and the glue was cracking from the binding. But, it did have a bookplate, ex libras, of none other than Kudran Wildhammer himself.
That's her story, anyway.